Echoes from the futureDistant raging defecationNothing but the never deadWishing they could die

Weak wills in hypnotic dreamsPsycho-somatic to a conceded extremeFollowing their horses where they lead

I dream of carousels where the children always singI dream in parallels astride by violent history

We sing the slave-songs of another generationWe live in hope and work to never live againWe'll never know the distance of a state and its nationWe fight the ordered fight against a chaos still withinAnd we're never moving onThey're never living on

Cue the laugh track hereLight the sky like an unseen applause signDon't listen, there's nothing to hearJust sit and laugh at this little sad man's lies

Increasing in speedAn orbit slowly spiralingNothing to be done about the crash(es)